Stress. Fors' she wash the sheeds, y I maghe nab arn the bed. Ber' nice.
Then she corm bag y she corber me orp. Porque? You waghe me orp!
Then. She push me eento new carryeen' case y tell me we are goeen' to the VED! AGAIN?
Whad am I? Forgheen' lab rad? Eef they poghe me any more weeth needles I weell looogh como un yonkee. I though' I wen' to Riker's thyroid treadmen' so I no go to the ved no mas...
She say ees time por checkorp again y also she ees worry maybe I feel "nauseous" because I leeck my leeps, sometime'.
I feel FINE, I shoud. I yos hab dry leeps.
I howl all the way down the stairs. Then we are ou'side, y I yam quied. Berber' quied.
She maghe me seaseeck. Bompabompabompa.
The again I see a new ved. Always new ved see me fors, before Dr Slade. The new ved say he lighe me. I no growl. I eep. He laugh. Cabron. The he taghe me away.
I doan' wnat to talgh abou deed.
Blord. Pee. Sonogram (free).
I yam back. Dr Slade taghe me oud of newforgheencarryeen'caseweethsheepskeen (NFCCWSS) and put me ORPSIDE DOWN anr his lab and KEESS me. Cowboy.
He say he ees berber' happy weeth me. My forr is good. Bod we mos' waid por tes' resolts.
The Smoothman. He help me forghed.
Maybe he also when to ved y was torn' orpside down plos keess' arn head.